Donny snagged his towel and wiped his face before turning away from the mirror in the locker room. The bruise that was rapidly showing on his face was not going to be pretty in the morning. Thankfully, he was used to them. He didn't mind at all having to deal with them. He would rather deal with bruises than broken things, which Tan had. Tan had a broken nose because he hadn't turned his face away quickly enough from the guy who landed the punch. Donny's bruise had come from a thrown elbow. It had hit his cheek so hard that he had seen stars, but still got the upper hand on him.

Warrant bingo was a very active time, and there had been a few that needed two teams just to be safe, and Hicks had been right that they were all needed. There was little left to do but just settle in and get ready to head home.

A knock on the door to the showers just about had Donny turning to see who wanted in, but he paused when the sound of the knock hit him. The code of it. He turned back to the counter and rubbed at his hair again. The door opened and closed, and then there were hands on his hips, and the woman was pressed behind him. He didn't look at her. He didn't think about anything but the feel of hands on his naked skin.

"Sergeant Rocker," the woman said.

"How did you get in here?"

"A little birdy told you that you needed a little relief, so they are turning a blind eye to getting me in here," the woman said.

Donny swallowed, and he closed his eyes, even under the towel, because those hands were moving from his back along his sides to his front. A hand wrapped around his cock and stroked, just enough to start to get it hard.

"And don't you want to fuck me?"

Donny finally let the towel drop, and he looked at the woman. He knew her well, well he knew of her well enough. She was in the badge and ladder bars around town a lot. They went there sometimes to cool off, and she was always there, willing to be a hole to fuck for the men and even women who served the city, be it firefighter or cop. Donny had never partaken, but he was willing now. It had been so long since his last date that went anywhere past the first, and he was kind of sick of his right and left hands. He looked at the door to see that it was locked. He had been one of the last to get out of the showers, so there was no reason to think that anyone was going to want to get in there.

"Do you want this?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Donny said. He turned around to face her; her hand stayed on his cock, and she looked at him with wide, wanting eyes.

"Are you clean?"

"Yes, but I'm not going inside of you without a condom," Donny said.

"Not inside my cunt, but I can take you in my mouth, right? Hot, wet lips and tongue all over this impressive cock?" She slowly sank down to the floor and looked up at him with those eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she looked like she was so innocent as she looked at his cock like it was the first cock she had ever seen. The want crashed into him.

"Yes, you can." Donny reached out to tangle his fingers into her hair; at least the ponytail was loose enough to allow that. She leaned forward to where she could lick the tip of his cock, and then she licked from the root to the tip on the underside. She groaned at the way he started to get hard. He knew that his cock was thicker than most when soft, and it only got thicker as he got hard. She took the head into her mouth, and she started to get him all the way hard.

Her mouth was fucking good. She knew how much pressure to put on his cock with her tongue, the right amount of suction. It was the best blow job that he had ever gotten from someone, and he had had a few adventurous girlfriends before he got married. He tightened his hold on her hair, and she paused, looking up at him with his cock halfway into her mouth. She gave him permission with a barely there nod, and he let loose, fucking into her mouth and not giving her any quarter. She was fucking good because she didn't gag once, even as his cock made room in his throat, not just her mouth.

When he was close, he pulled back. He was just tired enough that he had only a single orgasm in him that day. He didn't need to do that in her mouth. He kept his fingers tangled in her hair, which was a mess from his rough handling of her head as he fucked her mouth.

"What's your name?" Donny asked.

"Molly and that's all you are getting," Molly said.

"Good. Molly, where do you want to be fucked? You are the one who got brave enough to get him here, so you get to pick."

"Hmm, I wonder if we can head out of the shower area and into the locker room main? Get fucked against the lockers?"

Donny knew that was risky. Whoever was watching from the other rooms didn't need to hear what they were doing, but it was something that Donny had on his bucket list of places to have sex in HQ. He had gotten a few done with Val in their early days, but this was something else. This one had been one he had never really tried at all to fulfill. His team, it seemed, had his back now.

"You wore the right clothes for this," Donny said. He looked at her skirt that was just long enough to cover her up, but was going to be easy to flip up and over her body to give him the access he wanted. There was also the fact that he had condoms in his bag. He had bought them along with some of the creams he used to help his body and forgot before chucking them into his work bag. Those condoms he trusted more than hers just because he wasn't one to trust random condoms as it was.

"I know what to wear for a quick fuck." Molly grinned at him and looked him up and down. "As much as I love all of this. Get dressed and fuck me in your clothes. The ones you wear when you are here in HQ before being kitted out for the mission." Then Molly was leaving the room.

Donny made sure that he was dry enough with a quick check before he grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, getting his cock in the hole for them. He looked weird like that, but he would be able to get dressed with ease.

Molly was sitting on a bench beside Donny's locker, and she looked at him with hooded eyes before spreading her legs. She carefully pulled the skirt up to show off her sex. She was wet, that much he could see, the way her lips were parted even before she used fingers to part them more to show off. "Hurry up so you can get inside of this."

Donny grabbed a shirt and he jerked it on. He didn't usually go home in these clothes, but on occasion, he would.

"Boots, too," Molly said.

Donny closed his eyes. He was not changing out of these clothes and would just have to deal with that at home. He grabbed his socks and slipped them on before he grabbed his favorite pair of pants. He got the pants on and hauled them up to where they were going to stay. He even grabbed the belt and threaded it through the loops. If she wanted him in his gear, she was going to get it. He shoved his feet into his boots and took his time to lace them up right. He wondered if she had a boot fetish and would lick them if he ever showed up at the bar dressed in them. Maybe she would hump them, too. That was for another time, if he decided to taste her again.

"How do you want me, big boy?" Molly asked as she stood up when he was as dressed as he was going to get.

"In front of my locker, hands on it, and hold on." Donny closed his locker, and he waved for her to come over to him. He didn't want to kiss her yet. He would save that for when he got her back into the locker after he fucked her bent over. The vision in his head didn't compare to when she finally bent over at the waist and pulled her skirt up to show off. She spread her legs enough to really show off and wiggled them in enticement.

Donny unwrapped the condom he had grabbed when getting his stuff out, and he rolled it down his cock. He held the base of it as he lined up to push inside of her. "How rough?"

"You can sheathe yourself in one hard thrust; I can take it."

He did. He pushed the head inside of her and pulled back out, making sure that it looked slick enough, and then he grabbed her hips and held her in place as he thrust into her. She dropped her head and moaned. Donny didn't give her quarter as he started to thrust into her. Taking out the said frustrations on her like he needed to. He kept on fucking into her, her body jolting forward, but she kept he head from hitting the lockers. She was moving like she was used to this, which just made Donny fuck into her harder. He used her to banish all the frustrations of the day. When he was sure that she was good at keeping herself where she was, he let go of her hips and bent over her. He found the buttons of her shirt and started to undo them, just halfway down. Then he found her bra, and he cupped her breasts as they swayed, as his body was jolted from his thrusts. He could imagine what they would look like, free swinging as she was fucked.

When he was done with that position, he pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss but quickly got into it when he sat down on the bench and invited her into his lap. She carefully held his cock in place and sank down onto it. He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled the light scent of sweat and whatever perfume or lotion she had on her skin. She started to rock on his cock a little, keeping him hard and enjoying the feeling of being filled. He let her do that until he was sure he could stand up.

"Arms around me, Molly," Donny said as he got an arm around her waist to hold on. "And legs."

As soon as Molly wrapped her legs around him, he stood up. He pushed her into the locker and rutted into her, fucking her as hard as he could, the lockers only making a little bit of noise as he fucked her like that. She gasped and groaned, and then her body tightened around his. She orgasmed from that.

"I'm not stopping," Donny said.

"Don't. Please, don't. Fuck me, Sergeant, fuck me."

The rank made Donny want to see what he could really do to her if he had bed, or the floor, but he wasn't fucking her on the floor here. Maybe that could be something that she came home with him for—having the kinds of sex that they couldn't have in public because there was always the fear of being caught. He kept on fucking as she started to make noises like she was close again.

It was only when she tipped over orgasm that he let himself go. He came and buried the sound of it in her neck, inhaling the smell of sex and everything else that came with orgasm. He knew that he was going to have to make sure that this place aired out, and there was his strong-assed cologne on his body because otherwise he was going to find out.

"Everything you wanted?" Donny asked as the scene faded from his mind, and he was faced with the woman he loved, over the badge bunny.

"Fuck yes," Molly answered, her arms tightening around him.

"That's good. Now, where are your underwear?"

"In the small pocket on your backpack. Along with something else. Lie me on my back on the bench."

Donny did as Molly commanded, and he groaned as she kept her hips tilted and her skirt open to show off everything. That was one of her favorite court skirts, and he was going to get hard when he saw her in it now. She grinned at him like she could read his mind. He turned away before he decided that he was going to get hard and come all over her spread legs.

The bag was off to the side, and he dug into the pocket she talked about, and when he felt something hard, he stopped. He pulled that out and stared at it. It was a very discreet plug. He turned back to her, and she just stared at him. He opened the package it was in, keeping it as sterile as possible, and he headed over toward her. He teased it around her hole, making sure that it was as wet as possible before pushing it inside her. He laughed as she groaned at the feel of it. The part inside of her was bigger than a lot of her plugs, and he knew it was because she wanted to feel it. The outer part was smaller, and it allowed it to be worn for longer periods.

"And now my underwear."

Donny nodded, and he headed back to grab that. He coaxed her legs up into the air and got her feet and legs through the holes before pushing the underwear down her legs to get them where they belonged. She lifted her hips with ease once her legs were spread on either side of the bench so he could seat them just right. he pushed the plug into he a little bit before he pulled back and looked at her face.

"When we get home, you are fuckign me harder, faster, all the ways you wanted to here but couldn't because it would make me scream."

"It'll be a few to make sure the team is fine."

"Who do you think is at the door?" Molly asked.

Donny looked at the one door to see that it was locked, which wasn't rare. There were times when the room was locked, but having someone guarding the main door was better than both doors being locked—less chance of someone getting in.

"It's not a big riddle on who is there," Donny said.

Molly pulled at him, using the hand she could grab, and kissed him. He poured his love for her into that kiss before getting up because he didn't need to get lost in her like that. They didn't have the time. They were pushing it as it was.

Their fantasies were something they indulged in as much as possible, having a lot of fun while doing it. This was just another notch that they were happy to fill. He wondered what she was going to plan next.

The End